960 miles later, we're back!
Looking down on the Mississippi River, got our feet up and diggin' our dirt dwelling in the sky.
Big shower, big bed, pups are running up and down the hallway untethered, and the weather is clear and predicted to be in the lower 70s all weekend. and... Crawfish Festival at the Green Beetle this weekend! We haven't sucked Crawdad head or pinched a tail in a year.
After 4 months in South Florida, Memphis seems so real.
We walked to Pearl's Oyster House for a late lunch, I ordered a dozen oysters, Mel tried one, and damn if she didn't find a pearl. How's that for a welcome home?
She immediately went to the Corner Grocery and bought a Power Ball ticket.
There's no place like home.
Here's to another good weekend.